Room 312: Saturday Late Morning
Katara had barely even realised the island moved (except that the ocean got a lot warmer), let alone that a whole week had passed. She'd gone to class. She thought. Maybe. But most of the she'd been on the beach waterbending and training. Zuko's leaving hurt a lot, but it also brought home the reality that she needed to go back to fight a war too.
But a week of only training - especially with no other bender to fight against anymore - was almost as much as she could take, and Katara finally made her way back to her room, worn out and still missing Zuko too much.
She carefully stepped around the tiny little men thronging through the hallway and stared at the bed she'd hoped to fall asleep in. Maybe there had been an invasion of bed-burrowing badgermoles? Or something? She made her way to it, checking first in the locked drawer to make sure what Zuko had left behind was still there, then started to pull the sheets off her bed and put new, uncreased ones back on.
[OOC: Door/post open]
But a week of only training - especially with no other bender to fight against anymore - was almost as much as she could take, and Katara finally made her way back to her room, worn out and still missing Zuko too much.
She carefully stepped around the tiny little men thronging through the hallway and stared at the bed she'd hoped to fall asleep in. Maybe there had been an invasion of bed-burrowing badgermoles? Or something? She made her way to it, checking first in the locked drawer to make sure what Zuko had left behind was still there, then started to pull the sheets off her bed and put new, uncreased ones back on.
[OOC: Door/post open]